Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Canada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.